With the way people speed down our street, I guess it was only a matter of time before this happened.
Last night after returning from a gas fill-up/car wash/Starbucks run, we were greeted to the sight of just about every resident standing on the sidewalk gawking at an accident scene. It took me a second to adjust my vision–it’s much better than Ann’s night vision–to see what happened.
“Oh, man. They hit (our neighbor) George’s truck,” I said disappointingly to Ann. He’s only had it a year.
And here’s the damage.